You Are Here.
I'm thinking back to when I was a child Way back fo when I was a tot. When I was on embryo A tiny speck. Just a dot. When I was a Hershey bar In my father's back pocket. - Laurie Anderson "Smoke Rings" The winner of "The Lucky Sperm Contest" was announced yesterday. Princess Wigglesworth and Prince Valiant had a baby boy, and the world could breathe a sigh of relief as it apparently came out with ten fingers and toes and was of the proper race and pale skin color, in keeping with His Royal Highnessness. It got me to thinking - as such nonsense often does - as to how we are selected to win (or lose) these genetic lotteries. How does the Royal Sperm become the Royal Sperm? I suspect that most of you haven't given much thought as to how you became who you are. Either because it's pointless to consider or difficult to grasp. Whatever, the notion is interesting to me. Perhaps I am selling you short, and you have given t...